Lewis, Liz and Sd headed for SE OH. yesterday afternoon. Liz wanted to do some work around their Motor Home. Lewis and SD were going to start setting deer stands. We set out on Lewis's ATV to select locations and would then come back for the ladder stands once we settled on the primary areas. Found three great looking areas and started back. We were motoring up a fairly steep incline when I suddenly realized that the front wheels were off the ground and not giong back down even though Lewis had reduced throttle. That was enough to convince me to eject off the back of the machine and start doing reverse somersaults down the hill. On each of my four rotations I caught some stop action of Lewis and saw that the Atv had a excellent chance of falling over on him. My last rotation was into a ditch so I lost sight of my buddy and figured it was going to be a bad show. Popping out of the ditch I was happy to see that only Lewis's leg was under the now "turtle" ATV and even happier whebn he said he was OK but "get this thing off me". He crawled out from under and we righted the ATV and he continued up the hill while I walked. The battery had spilled some acid and the overflow tube was now dumping it on the hot exhaust pipe. GREAT FUMES! Took a few hundred feet at a fairly good clip to clear our lungs. Yes, we were riding double again. Finally got a stand and proceeded to botch that up also by attaching the footrest backwards and not noticing it until we had the thing completely errected. We only had to put the stand up three more times prior to getting it right. We have only done the same thing for several years so "Whats New". Gave up and decided to finish the following morning. Now we find out that the farmer up the road had his 8,000# Ford tractor stuck. He had slid off the same road we flipped on but he darn near made it into the lake. Some very heavy brush had prevented the tractor from rolling down an incline into the lake. A friend came with a full sized SUV and managed to get it back on the road. Lewis got pretty muddy while I stood around and offered advice. Got back to camp and were enjoying someting cold when a visitor decided to leave but got stuck on the wet grass. Lew and Short broke out the tow strap and got the situation taken care of. By this time out bruises and wrenched muscles were starting to let us know that we were no longer young and indestructibe so we hit the sack. Someone started knocking on the door at 2:30am asking if we were sleeping. No, I'm not kidding, this really happened! Lewis offered a short answer and we went back to sleep. Saturday morning we finished the first stand and proceed to put up another one. It went well until we (Lewis) jammed the ratchet on the cinch strap which was finally cut up by me and almost ended up too short to use. Then we (Shortdrift) lost the wing nut that held the sawblade on the long pruning pole which made clearing shooting lanes real fun after that. Back to selecting a third site, found it after climbing 6,000,000,000 feet of hillsides and returned to camp for the last stand. Had someting cold to drink and suddenly became reluctant to leave the comfort of the camp. Lewis stayed for another night while Shortdrift gladly returned home.